Exit: light, Enter Night, Take my hand, Off to never neverland - Enter Sandman - Metallica

Yeah, Ricky rocks out every once in a while
This post is about rocks of another kind. Well, not really rocks, it's more about how our new building hates me. There have been several times when I have gone to use the facilities and the stalls have been tore up. I mean really tore up. State fair, day five tore up.
I think our plumbing is from the stone ages. I can't even say stone ages because at least back then could push junk into a big hole. So sometimes it's bad. That magically, was not the case today.
Today the bathroom was immaculate. I walked in and picked my stall. I sat down, using the paper shield of course, never ever go bareback on a public seat unless you are having a bean burrito emergency. I get settled and the lights go of with a click. Some of the lights in our building are motion sensitive. I had been in the stall just long enough to sit down basically and then click. I told you it doesn't like me. I don't know how it didn't pick me up, a man of my size walking into the bathroom, but there I was sitting in the dark. Don't worry ( I know you were concerned) I was able to finish the business at hand and complete the rest of my day unscathed.
For those of you thinking bathroom stuff is a risky topic, I am sorry. I blog about life man, raw and unfiltered (kind of). As I like to say at lunch time, I blog about the circle of life.